POP IT Lyrics – 21 Savage, Latto

Read the full POP IT lyrics by 21 Savage and Latto along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy 21 Savage’s music, you can also explore STEPBROTHERS and CUP FULL, two other songs by 21 Savage.

[Intro: 21 Savage]
Yeah, ye-yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Wow

[Chorus]
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it (Uh), pop it, pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it, pop it

[Verse 1]
In the hood with my shirt off (21)
And I got my Glock hanging out (21)

Eastside, n!gga, I’ma bang it out (Pu*sy)
Twenty superchargers when we swinging out
Listening to the opps, you better not play it loud (B!tch)
21 forever, psst, spray the crowd (B!tch)
Pick a L quarter ticket bling blow (B!tch)
Playing with a kitty cat, meow, yeah
Nine figure money, talk like y’all mean
God, turn your parking lot into a crime scene (On god)
I gave that girl a perc ’cause she like trying things (On god)
Wipe his nose, leave a n!gga shirt, lime green (Straight up)
Ayy, I bought that girl a shop cause her skin clean, yeah
Talk to me nice, baby, don’t be mean (Don’t be mean)
Go to sleep with me and wake up in a dream (21, 21)
Walk you in Hermes and get you everything (Everything)
A b!tch that I ain’t going, I ain’t never seen (Where she at?)
Ten bodies or less, you a fu*king queen (And it’s fat)
If it’s less than nine condoms ain’t a thing (That’s a fact)
And if it’s less than eight, you get the fu*king ring (Straight up)

[Chorus]
Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it (21), pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it (Uh), pop it, pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it, pop it

[Verse 2: 21 Savage & Latto]
You broke, stop it (Pu*sy)

The hoes watch it (Pu*sy)
Million dollar car (21)
Million dollar watch (21)
Real n!ggas hustle (21)
B!tch n!ggas gossip (21)
I’m up nine figure (21)
I show you how to pop it (21; I got you)

[Verse 3: Latto]
Pop it like a rubber band, frying pan, soda can
Think it’s full built like I dance, fu*king on this British man
Creep look like the Buckingham
Ass be shaking like it’s jelly, but this G-Lock never jam (Damn)
Put them panties to the side like a caravan (Skrrt)
I ain’t even get to shave, he don’t give a damn (Ugh)
I go G5 when I fly, Maybach when I land, yeah
I walk in the wifey and walk out like the boogie man (Ah)
Buy a Burke, I squirt, buy a car, I cream (I cream)
But he can’t pay me none, to let him cheat in peace
I told him that I’m mixed, but not with fu*king green (Fu*king green)
He spend more than an M, then that’s a fu*king king

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Pop it, pop it (Pop it), pop it (Pop it), pop it (Pop it), pop it (Pop it), pop it pop it (Pop it), pop it, pop it
Pop it, pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it (Uh), pop it pop it (Uh), pop it, pop it (Pop it)

[Outro: Latto]
You broke, clack, clack, you n!ggas watching
Me and dollar wheels (Skrrt), million dollar watches
Real b!tches hustling (Uh-huh), we b!tches gossip (Ugh)
My crib seven figures (Okay), I show you how to pop it (Pop it)